Nadezhda couldn’t believe her ears. Of course, she knew vampires’ enemies weren’t altar boys, she wasn’t stupid. But from there to abandon the Insubmissives, hunted as much by humans as by the undead, there was a gap. She remembered the fight in the mine, the faces of Kaliov’s guests, the priest and the Italian in his clothes, totally out of touch with the region, and she had to admit that her torturer was certainly not wrong. Their feelings about an impending defeat were so visible that she could still feel their frustration and anger. Nothing should thwart their mission and it wasn’t a few Insubmissives who could hope to gain enough importance to attract their benevolence. On the other hand, Kaliov could very well be telling her lies and, even if he was telling the truth, there was one p
